I neglected to account for all the sources of salt going into a casserole and added extra salt to it. I had to toss it out because it just wasn't edible.

I did the same thing to a much lesser degree making paella - I used cooking wine in the pre-seasoned rice and forgot that both of those things are salted already. That was still edible though.

I had more of a kitchen mishap than a disaster. A small sheet of dough for cinnamon rolls does not need an entire stick of butter to make the cinnamon filling. I ended up making kind of a cinnamon strudel? when the dough wasn't enough to contain the filling and kind of fell apart around it when I tried to roll it. I just plopped it into a square glass pan and baked it that way and then cut it into squares at the end - still tastes good!

Not too bad of a disaster but I wanted to make jambalaya from scratch. However, I neglected to taste the andouille before adding it in, and it was QUITE spicy. So i proceeded to make it, and with that, and the other sprices, the end result was it was almost too spicy to eat. My eyes were watering and my mouth burning. It did mellow a bit over time, but next time I made it I cut back on the spices and it was fine.

Not too bad of a disaster but I wanted to make jambalaya from scratch. However, I neglected to taste the andouille before adding it in, and it was QUITE spicy. So i proceeded to make it, and with that, and the other sprices, the end result was it was almost too spicy to eat. My eyes were watering and my mouth burning. It did mellow a bit over time, but next time I made it I cut back on the spices and it was fine.

Quick tip. If this ever happens again, make a batch of plain boiled rice and add it into the jambalya. It should tone it down. Another option is to add shredded cheese to it (while it's not the "proper"way to serve, is tasty).

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I dated a guy in my 20s - well, we'd actually grown up together, but were dating in our 20s. Anyway, this guy would scarf down anything that I'd cook, even the stuff that I thought was a disaster. Then he invited me to his mother's house for dinner one evening, and I found out why.

Spaghetti, cooked to mush, with plain tomato sauce on it, straight out of the can. Not even bottled spaghetti sauce - plain tomato sauce. *shudder*

t's amazing how many of my mid-twenties cohort of suitors think I'm an absolute goddess because I can actually cook while they grew up on take-out and box mixes.

I made bread from scratch, but I failed to properly knead the dough. It turned out pretty good but ended up a bit denser and flatter than I was anticipating. The garlic rosemary bread turned out best, probably because I kneaded the spices into it. I'm just going to pretend that I MEANT for my burger buns to be like those fancy "flat" buns they sell in the grocery store though...

I neglected to account for all the sources of salt going into a casserole and added extra salt to it. I had to toss it out because it just wasn't edible.

I did the same thing to a much lesser degree making paella - I used cooking wine in the pre-seasoned rice and forgot that both of those things are salted already. That was still edible though.

I had more of a kitchen mishap than a disaster. A small sheet of dough for cinnamon rolls does not need an entire stick of butter to make the cinnamon filling. I ended up making kind of a cinnamon strudel? when the dough wasn't enough to contain the filling and kind of fell apart around it when I tried to roll it. I just plopped it into a square glass pan and baked it that way and then cut it into squares at the end - still tastes good!

For soup or liquidy items that get over salted, take a potato and peel it and cut it in half. Then drop the pieces in the liquid and let it cook for awhile. When ready to eat, pull the potato out and toss it in the trash. It should absorb a lot of the salt and make it more edible.

My most recent uh-oh in the kitchen was with my mother's old (I mean old) candy thermometer. I was heating up oil that needed to reach a specific heat, and my metal meat thermometer didn't go high enough to measure it. I rinsed that off in cold water and got out my candy thermometer to measure it. Once it hit the right temp, I pulled it out and rinsed it off.....yep, in cold water....the second I stuck it under, I said "oh no" in my head. Instant crackage, right at the bottom where the bulb attaches. Thankfully the metal inside instantly hardened also, so it didn't make a huge mess, but I'm so disappointed to lose my mom's candy thermometer like that. :-(

The "I'm not eating that!" thread reminded me of a disaster that happened a few years ago (apologies if I've told this one before).

I was baking banana bread, and I'd set the oven timer for 60 minutes. I then went downstairs to do some chores, and I lost track of time. I thought "Hmm, wonder if the banana bread is done yet", and I poked my head up the stairs. Didn't hear the timer going off, so I went back to what I was doing.

About 20 minutes later, I thought "SURELY it's got to be done by now! Why haven't I heard the timer?". I went upstairs, only to be greeted by black smoke and the awful smell of burned banana bread.

Turned out that my teenage daughter, annoyed by the sound of the oven timer, just turned it off. Didn't turn off the oven, didn't tell me the bread was ready, nothing. Grr.

The "I'm not eating that!" thread reminded me of a disaster that happened a few years ago (apologies if I've told this one before).

I was baking banana bread, and I'd set the oven timer for 60 minutes. I then went downstairs to do some chores, and I lost track of time. I thought "Hmm, wonder if the banana bread is done yet", and I poked my head up the stairs. Didn't hear the timer going off, so I went back to what I was doing.

About 20 minutes later, I thought "SURELY it's got to be done by now! Why haven't I heard the timer?". I went upstairs, only to be greeted by black smoke and the awful smell of burned banana bread.

Turned out that my teenage daughter, annoyed by the sound of the oven timer, just turned it off. Didn't turn off the oven, didn't tell me the bread was ready, nothing. Grr.

My DDs are pretty good . . . they'll sit on the couch watching TV, be on their phone, computer whatever and when the buzzer goes off they will yell, repeatedly, at the top of their lungs "BUZZER!" Yeah, it's pretty hard to miss that.

The "I'm not eating that!" thread reminded me of a disaster that happened a few years ago (apologies if I've told this one before).

I was baking banana bread, and I'd set the oven timer for 60 minutes. I then went downstairs to do some chores, and I lost track of time. I thought "Hmm, wonder if the banana bread is done yet", and I poked my head up the stairs. Didn't hear the timer going off, so I went back to what I was doing.

About 20 minutes later, I thought "SURELY it's got to be done by now! Why haven't I heard the timer?". I went upstairs, only to be greeted by black smoke and the awful smell of burned banana bread.

Turned out that my teenage daughter, annoyed by the sound of the oven timer, just turned it off. Didn't turn off the oven, didn't tell me the bread was ready, nothing. Grr.

EvilDiane would have suggested that she eat every bite, but that's why she's kept in her cage.

Once, and only once, did my mom give me the instructions "When the timer goes off, just turn the timer off". In her head, she completed the sentence with "and call me and take the pan out of the oven". Since I'm not telepathic, I just did exactly what she said, and not what she thought she said. The meatloaf was so dried out that we needed steak knives to saw through it!

My mom now generally clarifies what needs to be done with food in the oven when the timer goes off, and if she doesn't, I know to ask for additional information!

Sorry to bump this up, but I read amandaelizabeth's posts via links from the Misc Holiday Stories, and had to share these two...both caused/created by my mother.

Went to visit friends. Friends had recently remodeled their kitchen. Kitchen is now expensive, but Mom is helping with meal prep. Mom opens oven after learning Friend's mother put bread in there, but forgot to take it out 10 minutes ago. WOOOSH. Flaming bread bits are everywhere, and the cupboard and ceiling above the oven (both done in a pale, pale wood) are now very scorched, blackish brown.

Second time. We live in a hurricane path state. 2004, we have multiple storms come through in August/September. We lose power, but not to worry, we're prepared for this with a cooler for the perishables. Dad decides he wants hot dogs. Mind you, it's still raining/windy. But we've a covered porch, and a new little table top grill. I am told to start that puppy up, as I'm off to college in a year and need to know how to take care of this stuff for myself (my Dad was previously always the grill master). Mom sees me preparing everything, tells me I didn't use enough lighter fluid, squirts on about a third of the bottle, and lights the match. We're lucky it didn't explode, but Mom got a slightly different hairstyle and didn't have to tweeze her brows for a month from the ensuing blast of flames.

Sorry to bump this up, but I read amandaelizabeth's posts via links from the Misc Holiday Stories, and had to share these two...both caused/created by my mother.

Went to visit friends. Friends had recently remodeled their kitchen. Kitchen is now expensive, but Mom is helping with meal prep. Mom opens oven after learning Friend's mother put bread in there, but forgot to take it out 10 minutes ago. WOOOSH. Flaming bread bits are everywhere, and the cupboard and ceiling above the oven (both done in a pale, pale wood) are now very scorched, blackish brown.

Second time. We live in a hurricane path state. 2004, we have multiple storms come through in August/September. We lose power, but not to worry, we're prepared for this with a cooler for the perishables. Dad decides he wants hot dogs. Mind you, it's still raining/windy. But we've a covered porch, and a new little table top grill. I am told to start that puppy up, as I'm off to college in a year and need to know how to take care of this stuff for myself (my Dad was previously always the grill master). Mom sees me preparing everything, tells me I didn't use enough lighter fluid, squirts on about a third of the bottle, and lights the match. We're lucky it didn't explode, but Mom got a slightly different hairstyle and didn't have to tweeze her brows for a month from the ensuing blast of flames.

We now just do PB and Js.

Slightly off topic, but this allows you to forgo lighter fluid altogether: